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- My Bondage History
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- The Bitch
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- For the uninitiated or uninformed, bondage and discipline is
- a form of erotic expression often used to heighten the sexual
- experience between two or more people. Usually, two consenting
- adults act out a fantasy such as slave-master role-playing, with
- one partner being the strong-willed disciplinarian, and the other
- a willing, submissive servant of desire. Most couples enter into
- a "B & D" relationship by mutual consent. Some are "forced" to
- participate a first time and find that they like it enough to be
- willing participants from then on. And still others are slowly,
- cleverly drawn into the B & D relationship via a chain (pardon
- the pun) of seemingly unrelated events that culminates in the
- victim's complete submission of his/her own free will. This
- latter case was how I became initiated.
-
- I had been sharing an apartment with this guy (call him
- Charlie) for a couple of months when things started to happen to
- me. I mean strange things, unexplained, nuisance type things
- that seemed unrelated at the time but in hindsight were not
- coincidence. I was a victim of routine. Every morning I would
- wake up first and put on the coffee, get the paper, etc., while
- Charlie took a long shower. One morning when I slipped out the
- front door to get the paper, the door closed behind me and I was
- locked out. So there I was, in panties and a short nightgown,
- cowering behind the shrubs in front of the apartment, trapped
- outside. Every few minutes I would jump up, rap on the door, and
- then slip behind the shrubs again. Charlie didn't hear me until
- I stood up and hammered on the door, attracting a few stares from
- passers-by, I'm sure. (I found out much later that Charlie had
- turned on the shower, sneaked down the stairs, and waited until I
- went for the paper. He had locked me out, and stood on the other
- side of the door, watching my desperate attempts to gety back
- inside!
-
- Another time, I was out on the little balcony when it
- started to rain. When I tried to get back inside, the patio
- doors were locked, and I got drenched. Charlie made me plead
- with him, practically on my hands and knees, to open the door so
- I could get in out of the chilly rain. When he left me in, he
- noticed that my nipples were hard, and when we made love shortly
- thereafter, and it seemed different that time. Maybe not better
- or worse, but different.
-
- After a few of these incidents, it seemed like my whole
- attitude was changing, and I was becoming more dependent on
- Charlie, more trusting, too, and feeling a need to please him
- more and more. Then once when we were making love, nearly at the
- height of arousal, he gently pulled my hands up behing my neck
- and continued to thrust inside me, bringing me to orgasm. But I
- couldn't hold him, or squeeze him, or anything because I was
- powerless to move my hands. I just had to lie there and let him
- have his way with me. THAT time, it seemed not just different,
- but better. For several times after that, our lovemaking
- sessions ended with me placing my hands behind my neck
- voluntarily, just to recapture that feeling of submission from
- that first time he had done it. I think it was then that he knew
- he had converted me into his little sex slave!
-
- Things really speeded up after that..........
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